Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.